Rebel Rebel: Part Two

[sildil]

Title: Rebel Rebel
Author: Sildil
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Dante hunts for Cai
Disclaimer: Caeru and Abrimel, Pell, Cobweb and Terzian and any others making cameo appearances belong to Storm Constantine as do her wonderful Wraeththu, Jeremiah, Dante and Cai and other bit part actors belong to me
(Cross posted to raythoo as always)

"Part two:

The music thrummed through the club, filling the air with its heavy beat and complex melodies. The crowd was good tonight, clapping and stamping along with the band, cheering and yelling each time the musicians played a particularly good riff, or sang and touched each other intimately driving everyone mad with aruna lust.

Dante was on a roll. He was flying high, his fingers running over the bass guitar so fast that they were a blur of movement, dragging sounds and noises from the instrument that most har wouldn't even dream of, that nohar should be able to do.

The set ended, encores were given and Dante smiled at the adoring fans, waving as he left the stage, a warm buzz running through his body. "You were good tonight, Dan...it was one of the best!" said Apollo, a tawny haired, brown-eyed har, and he clapped Dante on the back. Apollo was the lead guitarist, singer and all round organiser, gig manager, roadie...you name it, he did it. Dante smiled and nodded. Thanks, I felt alive out there, in control.

Apollo couldn't read Dante's mindspeak, but had got pretty good at picking up his friend's moods. He grinned back. "Time for a celebration I think...we got paid! What do you think about blowing it on a good meal, lots of booze and decent digs for once?"

Dante's eyes opened wide and he nodded enthusiastically, pointing to his sweaty body and pinching his nose with a grimace. Apollo laughed. "Yeah, Ok, AND a bath!"

*****

Apollo came out of the lodging house with a broad grin on his face. "We're in luck! Seems that the landlord saw our gig and is a big fan. He's let us have rooms at half the price, AND there's a bathroom that comes with it!" Apollo dangled the keys to their new lodgings from his finger. "Plus, he recommended a good place to eat...so, what do you want to do, eat first or bathe?"

Dante pulled at his shirt, tearing it off and throwing it on the floor in front of Apollo. The other har laughed, picked it up and threw it back at Dante, hitting him square in the chest. "Yeah, thought so, then bath it is. Come on."

The other band members, a drummer, another guitarist and a singer, were originally from this particular town and had found their own digs for the duration of their stay, so Apollo and Dante were alone. Dante tore off his clothes as soon as they reached their rooms, while Apollo ran the bath. They had toured together for months, ever since Dante had turned up at a band practice clutching a beaten up bass guitar and offered his services. Apollo had needed a bass player, Dante had needed money and it was a match made in heaven, at least as far as their musicianship went. It had taken about three weeks before the two of them had taken aruna together, drunken, celebratory aruna after a particularly good concert, and ever since then they had been fairly exclusive, only choosing other partners on rare occasions.

Their relationship was one of convenience, comfort and mutual respect for each other's musical talents, no more and no less. Apollo knew that Dante had some sort of history, but since he lacked the ability to read Dante's mindspeak and the other har wasn't very forthcoming about his past anyway, he didn't pry and just accepted that Dante was...just Dante and fun to be with. He'll tell me his dark secret one day, I'm sure thought Apollo, slightly wistfully as he watched Dante strip off and get in the tub.

Dante sighed in pleasure as the hot water soothed his tired limbs. Putting as much energy into his performance as he did exhausted him, and he welcomed the treat of an uninterrupted bath. He stretched out in the water and flicked some suds at Apollo with a snicker.

"Hey! Don't do that...at least, not if you want me to stay out of the tub!" said Apollo, pretending to be cross.

Dante grinned and flicked the water again, this time a little more vigorously.

Apollo scowled and stamped over to the bath. "I warned you."

Dante took a handful of water and threw it into Apollo's chest, where it soaked his linen shirt. Apollo looked down at the material clinging to his body, at his nipples, dark and hard showing through the fabric and frowned. "Now look what you've done. I'll have to take this off," he complained.

Dante licked his lips, his eyes darkening, and he wriggled in the warm water, stretching out his legs invitingly.

Apollo grinned. "Ahh...so it's like that is it?" he said softly as he pulled off the wet shirt. Next, he hooked his fingers in his jeans and slid them down slowly revealing his slim, feminine hips and burgeoning ouana-lim. He stepped gracefully into the water and Dante reached for him, pulling him into his lap. Apollo wrapped his arms around Dante's neck and kissed him.

"You looked perfect tonight. You drove them wild," he murmured against Dante's lips. Dante shifted his legs so that Apollo nestled between his thighs, rocking lazily against him and creating gentle waves of foamy water. "Share breath with me...I wanna know how it felt for you."

Sharing breath was the closest Apollo could come to hearing Dante's thoughts, but they didn't do it often. Dante found it hard to create the intimacy they needed without words and sometimes it gave him a headache, but on his occasion he agreed eagerly. He opened his mouth and let his breath mingle with Apollo's, both giving and receiving, his lips and tongue playing delicately against his friend's.

I wish you could hear me, sweet Apollo...you'd know just how much you mean to me he thought, sending fractured images and impressions of the evening's performance. Apollo moaned and held Dante's face between his hands, the gentle pressure against his ouana-lim driving him wild with increasing need.

"I want you."

Dante nodded and pushed himself up on his knees, the water splashing over the sides of the bath and on to the floor. He spread his thighs and looked down to watch Apollo as he stroked his ouana-lim, readying himself to take Dante. Hurry 'Pollo!

Apollo gripped Dante's hips and lowered him slowly, hissing as he did so, enjoying the feeling of his ouana-lim sliding past the sensitive sikras, one by one. "Fuck you're tight! What have you been doing, exercises or something?" Dante laughed and tightened his muscles, drawing another deep groan from his lover.

Dante leant forward and kissed Apollo, pushing his tongue inside the sweet mouth as his friend plunged deeper into his body. He gasped silently, the air rushing past his lips the only sound he could make that let Apollo know how good he felt. He wove his fingers into the har's tawny gold mane and pulled his head back so that he could bite and suck at his neck.

"Aaaaahh, yes!" Apollo cried, thrusting faster and deeper at the exquisite pain. "I...I love....I want you!"

Dante threw his head back, his mouth forming a silent scream of release and he sank down onto Apollo's ouana-lim as his lover climaxed with a fierce growl. They clung together, panting and shivering following their aruna, sharing lazy kisses until Apollo made a face. "This water's bloody freezing now! Come on love, let's get dry, dressed and eat...I'm starving!"

Dante grinned and nodded, standing in the tub and offering a hand to Apollo and within half an hour the two har were on their way to the small cafe their landlord had recommended.

The night was mild as they ambled through the late crowds, Dante watching everything around them and Apollo making amusing comments about the hara they saw. "Hah, that one there looks as if he's been pruned! Awfully stuck up and full of himself...and over there...did you see those two? Talk about get a room!" Dante chuckled and grinned, happily listening until he suddenly froze, catching sight of a flash of frizzy white hair and hearing a familiar laugh. Cai?!">